Monthly Archive:: October 2013

And… It’s decorative gourd season, motherfuckers. Fall has become the hippest season. If hipster was a season, it would be fall. It was cool before winter. (Too much? Ok.) Fall has always been my favorite season so I’m glad that everyone is catching up to me.

So who am I to review such an iconic novel like The Great Gatsby, or any classic for that matter? So much of Gatsby has been analyzed, critiqued, loved, abhorred by bored high-schoolers, etc., that it’s almost impossible to write something that would add to the canon of criticism

Nick Dunne’s wife goes missing from their rented Missouri McMansion one afternoon. Transplanted New Yorkers, the couple moved to Nick’s hometown after losing their magazine/publishing jobs and to also care for Nick’s ailing mother and father. The story is told from both Nick’s and Amy’s perspectives. Sneaky and deceptive, the reader needs

A little something about me: last fall, I applied to a handful of creative writing MFA programs. These programs are highly competitive. Most programs consist of 20-25 spots (or less) and receive anywhere from 500-1500 applications. Acceptance is almost entirely based on a creative manuscript. I didn’t get in to any of

“A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward.